The Written Word

I am out of love with the written word. More so since I tried to title this post 'The Written Word' but as soon as I put in 'the' it flipped me to all my earlier posts starting with 'the'. I tried other titles and it just kept flipping me back to old posts that I have no wish to see or remember for that matter... Yes I have been gone a while, getting myself stunned by events that aren't really consequential. Like driving through a tornado alert in Texas and discovering the primitive mystique of boiled peanuts at three a.m. in a run down gas station in Nowhere Arkansas where a Faulkner like family group presided. Too much to write about. I can hear eyes glaze over when I start talking on the phone about my adventures.....
So forget all that. I have a new dog available for adoption. She is a Catahoula mix. She is black/brown/tan and sinuously elegant. Extremely good natured. A bit of a chewer, but she is only around eight months old I think. She's yours for a song. All you have to do is commit your life and happiness and that of your family to her for the rest of her natural life.
About those written words. I've about given up on them. I open a book, yawn, toss it into the Out bag and grab another and repeat the process. The Autumn of the Patriarch by Garcia Marquez is keeping me fairly interested. Time to reread Blood Meridian I guess. I sniff carefully around my own writing then back off for a while to regroup. I might bite out a word or two that I don't like but I can't write anything new. I can of course. I just don't want to because I'm afraid it'll be so bad that even I will recognise the fact. It's very hot here and I don't have a cooler, maybe that's the problem.
Hey! Now it has decided to take my title. I must have fallen into a CyberGlitch.......